February 11, 2019: I had to go to the doctor for my four year old check up. At first I didn’t think it was going to be that bad. I got weighed (29.8 lbs) and measured (40.5 inches), had my blood pressure taken, got an eye and hearing test, and talked to the doctor. Easy peasy. Then I got three shots and they hurt a lot. It was horrible. A lollipop, marshmallows, strawberry shortcake, and part of an ice cream sandwich didn’t even make me feel better. Papa and daddy tried to help with tickles, but I still needed a good cry on the way home. They said I don’t need any more shots until I turn 11 years old. I don’t know if I believe that. The grown-ups seem to like giving shots too much. I’m guessing I’ll get another one next year. You watch.